Tang Rao had no experience getting married, and Wang Han was equally clueless. With their faces covered, the two of them looked at each other, unsure of what to do, hands spread out in bewilderment.
"As the groom, it's customary for you to carry the bride and mount the Nine-Ding Snow Beast. But it's all up to you whether to follow tradition or not."
It was Hua Wuque who hinted to Tang Rao about the timing.
"Brother Wuque is right. Although our disciple is quite unusual, the proper etiquettes must be followed. The tradition of carrying the bride onto the Nine-Ding Snow Beast cannot be abolished!"
Granny Hua, who joined in the fun, echoed the sentiment. Although she had never been married, even if she hadn't tasted pork, she knew how pigs ran.
Having seen it often, she naturally understood.
"I'm afraid if I try to carry her out, she won't want me to. It's not that simple to take a wife home nowadays, is it?"
